Tony

34 years ago, while travelling home overland from S Africa, we liberated these horns from the skull of a cow in Botswana.
In 1996 they were fitted to a safety helmet, by my friend, Tony, when we were part of a revival plough stot side, called (for certain reasons) The Infamous Audreys.
They have since, on occasion, reappeared for Whitby Scratch Morris, which they did again, just for today.
Sadly, the Scratch don't have many sets of working legs these days, and we in the band outnumber them 2:1.
Thankfully, Morris in general is flourishing.